After room service had their way with me, the men loosened my restraints and undid my cuffs. It felt nice to have some control over my body again. Though, I must say, I really enjoyed being restrained save for the pain, which wasn't all that bad since I was experiencing tons of parallel pleasure.
The guys brought the food carts into the room and we all took a food and drink break. I ate some fresh chocolate-dipped strawberries and had some more champagne. I felt great and the champagne breaks were the perfect way to keep me highly buzzed but also functional and somewhat alert.
I wanted to remember everything.
In the last few days, I had gone from being a shy bookworm who had only occasional and very mediocre sex, to an insatiable nymph. Not only was I addicted to the sex, and I very much was, but I was also loving the public aspect of being seen by so many men. I loved being on display whether I was having sex or not. Being seen made me feel like a rechargeable battery that was getting powered up.
I had also learned that I got off on my own depravity. Feeling dirty got me aroused big time. Now a new feeling was creeping in. I was discovering my desire to be controlled.
I loved being the wild slut who pleased all of the guys on the way down from Boston and I certainly gave them all they wanted, but Bob was taking it to a new level. He knew how to tap into my inner darkness. It wasn't just the things he said. It was the way he said it. The look on his sexy face and the tone in his deep voice. He tickled my inner sexuality as if it were a psychological clitoris. This was clearly a developing thing. I was learning so much about myself and I loved it. I never wanted the weekend to end. Thanksgiving indeed!
After a few minutes of rest, the men led me over to the strange table that I had glimpsed earlier. As I got a better look at it, I realized its true use and potential.
I felt a tingle in my pussy.
Bob told me to jump up on it. I complied without even thinking about it.
The table had removable sections and once taken out, the table was in the shape of a person spread eagled. They got me situated so my pussy was a little bit off the table's edge and then they put my feet in the manacles.
Click.
They did the same with my hands.
Click.
They then tightened a wide padded belt around my waist and a strap around each of my thighs and I was totally immobilized.
I was right back where I started.
The good news is that felt sort of nice. I was far more comfortable then I was when they had me all stretched out on the bed. There was no sag with the table and all of my weight was directly supported. The table was also padded. All that said, these guys were in 100% control of me. This being my 2nd time being restrained, it was more exciting than worrisome. In fact, it was adding heat to my already smoldering fire.
As they were setting me up, they were all telling me how much fun they were going to have fucking me and how they were going to show me no mercy as they pounded my holes.
I was told that if I was a good slut, the ball gag would stay off.
I did not realize this when I got a look at the table, but apparently, the neck support was removable too. Bob took it off and my neck could now tilt backwards or downwards. He grasped my head with both of his hands and I then saw Bob's cock getting hard for the first time.
It was half hard and still as big as his son's. He asked me if I liked what I was looking at. I was captivated. I told him that it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and asked him if I could please suck it.
He moved up even closer to me, but he kept his knees bent just enough so I couldn't get at his manhood. He was teasing me and I tried mightily to move my head in such a way that I could get at his gorgeous cock.
No luck. He kept moving away just far enough keep me frustrated. I wanted this cock so badly that it hurt. I wanted it to do every nasty thing possible to me, but step one was getting it in my mouth so I could please him and make him want me as much as I wanted him.
"Tell me what you want, slut"
"I want you."
"Don't call me "you", and what is it that you want, slut?"
"Oh God. I want your cock so bad it hurts, Master"
Did I just say that?
"Master? Well, that's good. I would have settled for Bob, but Master has a nice ring to it."
"Please give me your big cock. Please, Master. I want to please you."
'I know you do, Katie. How much of my cock are you going to take?"
"All of it, Master. Every inch."
"Good girl."
He chuckled and said that he might hurt me. I told him that it was a risk worth taking and that he should not allow me to be without air for too long. He moved his hips back a bit and dropped my face down and allowed me to suck on the head, which I did very gently but firmly and as sensuously as possible. I moaned and sucked and licked and told him how huge his manhood was. I then felt a cock opening my pussy and I knew it was Mario. He started giving me a nice slow deep stroking as I worked on Bob's monster.
I started to force myself onto Bob's cock until I was rooting all that he had given me. I had him as deep as I had Alex earlier in the day, but Bob still had a few more inches for me that he wasn't giving me access to yet. The table gave me a much better angle to work with versus kneeling in the van, so I knew I had a shot at taking all of him.
Mario was pounding away at me and it felt great, but my concentration was on Bob and his cock. He pulled all the way out so I could breathe, and, after catching my breath, I told him that I wanted more this time. He put it in my mouth, and after I took a last deep breath of fresh air, he worked it into my throat. I was learning quickly. I relaxed and took him almost all the way until he started pulling out again. He was impressed.
"You are an amazing little cocksucker. You are going to take all of me aren't you, you little slut."
Mario was still hammering away at me and my voice was cracking a bit.
"I want it all, Master... I love your cock so much... Please go all the way, Master... Please"
"I will, Katie. Are you sure you're ready?"
"Yes! Let me show you how much I love your cock, Master. I'm ready"
I knew I had the approval of every man in the room, but the only approval I really cared about now was my Master's. Bob didn't force me to call him Master, but it felt better and better each time I said it. I was begging him to own me and it was making me incredibly hot with anticipation. Who knew?
He got his cock into the back of my mouth and let me get ready again. He then pushed into my throat. I took him most of the way and started to tense up a bit. He paused and I calmed down. Then he gently pushed in the last inch or so and my nose was pressed into his balls. I had all of him.
Bob pushed again and again and again as I moaned all over his rod. He was only moving his cock a few centimeters at a time, but I could feel him swell even bigger as he did so and then I felt his seed pumping through the entire shaft as if it were a part of me.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh. Good girl. You are a good slut, Katie."
Bob pulled out three quarters of the way and I gulped the sperm that was still coming out of his incredible cock and then started to get some air before getting back to sucking every last drop of cum from my Master's gorgeous slab. He told me to suck him totally clean, which I did. He let me clean his balls too and I licked them both all over like they were candy, which he seemed to like. He was talking to me as I did it.
